Chernobyl Volunteers

The Kommisariat decreed that someone volunteer to call for volunteers. Chernobyl was a mess and messes did not happen inside the Soviet Union. So, in due course they came, with shovels, picks and spades. Olive green shirts and boots of imitation leather, black. They worked their shifts, all for the Fatherland, or, as they called it, Mother Russia. The Kommisar congratulated, on Saturday, the gang of twenty-five. He also demonstrated the new mask, the one the Kremlin had procured for those who led the people. A document had been prepared, a couple dozen times plus one. It stated 'Hero Of The Soviet Union', so many shaky fingers folded up the papers as they had to now recline and rest their weary, radioactive bones until the strength would once again return. The papers were enclosed inside the hemlock coffins, the next day. They had the names imprinted, thus could not be used again for those who waited at the gates. The happy volunteers, for Mother Russia.